Still tip-toeing back into journaling. Which has been complicated by new&different things at work, and the threat of new&exciting things at work.
It's good to have work. It's good to have purpose.
Two days ago I wrote 501 not-very-good-and-not-very-connected words. This is a win.
Yesterday I started re-sorting books throughout the house. Still in progress, but with the eventual goal of 'make the books you haven't read yet accessible. Oh, and sort the non-fiction by subject. And the fiction by author, so you can get rid of duplicates.'
Today I actually opened up Google Reader to read the blogs I'm supposed to be following on this blog.
Of note: Neil Gaiman suggests giving away books for Halloween. Brilliant.
Anchoress on 'purging' Bad Catholics. Related (at least in my head): Becky Miller talks about godly writers writing about ungodly things. (Maybe it's related in my head because of the Elizabeth Moon stuff.)
...I don't have a good answer. There is the commandment to love each other. There is the responsibility to not let badly-acting companions tempt one into doing what one should not. There is human weakness and avoiding the near occasion of sin. There is keeping ones mouth shut if one can't say anything, and there is refusing to sit by and fold ones hands.
My guess is that Christ would have a separate solution for each situation. Which sounds like work.
Speaking of which - On Steve Colbert's Catholicism.
Oh, and NaNoMo is coming.
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